Love Remains - Chapter 11

**** I am so sorry for the loooooooooooooooong wait. I was having writers block, and like someone commented, I needed to focus more on my other story: A flicker of hope. Please read the story if you haven’t already. Some say that a flicker of hope is better than this one; some might not agree. Please do read, and comment. Your comments really matter to me. They are my inspiration to continue writing. I appreciate them all, and I am ever so thankful to guys for being faithful reader, and reading my stories. Thank you guys so much. *****

My life seemed like it was flowing with never endless happiness, and I was enjoying myself more than ever. There was really nothing in my life before now, and everything was amiss until this day.

I was just so happy that I didn’t even care what my parents treat me like. I didn’t care that my internet was not working. I didn’t care that I hadn’t eaten anything since last night. I didn’t care that I needed to finish my homework. I didn’t care about anything!

I really missed him though I had talked for 1 hour on the phone with him. I wanted to see him. It seemed like I would die if I won’t see him. I just couldn’t help thinking of him. He was clouding my mind, and driving me crazy.

I decided to drive to his place, and just surprise him. That was a lame excuse, but I just wanted to see him.

The apartment that Jordon was living in wasn’t that far from my house, so I decided to just walk. I had my I-pod with me, and I was listening to romantic love songs, and thinking of him.

I saw a really old couple, holding hands and just looking at each other lovingly. They seemed to be so in love, even in such an old age. Was it possible that it could be the same for me?

If I had asked that to Jordon, I know he would say yes.

I smiled for what seemed like the zillionth time. It seemed like my life was filled with smiles…

When I reached Jordon’s apartment, I took my ear phones and put it inside my bag. Before ringing the bell, I try to steady my breathing, and not get too excited.

But it was Jordon’s dad who answered the bell not him. I was surprised to see them because I thought Jordon was living alone in this apartment. Jordon never really talked about why he was here, living alone in the apartment.

I smiled politely to his dad, but the smile was soon removed when he didn’t return the smile. Did I do something wrong?

"Come in," his voice was huskier.

I felt a little awkward. Where was Jordon? His mom was sitting in one of the chair in the dining room, and it seemed like she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy but there was something about her that made her look beautiful even in the given situation.

Jordon’s dad was tall, though not as much as Jordon, but he sure was more burly, and muscular. He had the same dark blue eyes, and he was indeed a handsome man. Father and son had really similar looks but Jordon was more handsome. But where was he?

As if on cue, his dad answered, "Jordon is not here. I send him to buy some pain killer for my headache. I was going to call you but I am glad you are here."

Jordon’s dad, James, was nice to me when they were small. It wasn’t as if he was supper thrilled to have me around, but he always seemed okay with the fact that I was there. But Jordon’s mom, Linda always liked her. She was not only beautiful, but friendly as well.

After Jordon’s dad had found a better job, they had moved. Looking at Jordon’s parents, I realized that they were rich. They were both wearing designer cloth and expensive jewelry. I never thought that they were actually rich. Jordon seemed so normal, and not…… rich. I felt a little betrayed. I told Jordon everything about me, and he didn’t even say much about his life.

"Please sit," James led me towards the dinning room, and motioned for me to sit. It seemed like they were out of place sitting there.

"Was there anything you wanted to say to me?" I asked as soon as James was sited. She was slightly nervous. Why would James want to talk to her?

He cleared his throat. "It’s about Jordon." For the first time I realized that he seemed just as nervous as I was.

"I want you to stay away from him." I gasped. WHAT? "Listen kid, I know that he loves you and all, but he can’t just be with you. It is for the best. He had always wanted to come back and be with you. I just couldn’t understand why he would want that. He has to think of himself too, not just you. We have a great house, and everything. We only need our son back. Please leave him, break up, or just anything." His eyes were pleading. "Please, give us our son back."

I was stunned. Why would he say that? Jordon is the only good thing in my life, but he is right, Jordon should be home with them and have a good life. That is what is best for him. He has done so much for me.

But how will you live without him? my inner self asked. Like the way I was before he was in my life. I tried to reassure myself, but it didn’t seem to work that way. Go back and be like a whore? Doing what? Go to bar and drinking until you forget everything or until you die? I wasn’t going to do anything like that. I will survive without Jordon. Yea right.

Both of Jordon’s parents were begging her to give their son back. But I love him But Jordon’s parents probably loved him more than she did.

Why did life have to be so hard?

How can she give Jordon to them when he was just starting to be hers?

How can she give up her love when she just discovered it?

Most importantly, what is she going to say to Jordon?

****BTW, I am thinking of not continuing this story. If you guys want me to continue, let me know or I think I will just stop.